And I can see those fighter planes
Bullet the blue sky
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
You turn the key and slowly unlock the door
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Pounding the women and children
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Bullet the blue
Who run into the arms of America
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
This guy comes up to me
See them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher
See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
See the rain through the gaping wound
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Bullet the blue
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Bullet the blue
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Slappin' 'em down, one hundred, two hundred
Bullet the blue
From the firefly a red orange glow
Outside it's America, outside it's America, America
Like all the colors of a royal flush
Across the field, you see the sky ripped open
You take the staircase to the first floor
Bullet the blue sky
Publisher: POLYGRAM INT. MUSIC PUBL. B.V.
Songwriters: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Paul Hewson, Larry Jr Mullen
And I can see those fighter planes
Jacob wrestled the angel, and the angel was overcome